oh, that was so sad and happy at the same time! i can't help but feel jealous of peter, you know? imagine never having to grow up. your writing is very good. i felt like i knew the characers and you explained their feelings very well. keep writing. your an excellent author.

There is a chasm between the X-men world and Peter Pan's world that I was trying to reconcile in the first two chapters. The X-men wanting to help, to heal, a child who didn't want their help chafed at my inner Peter-Pan-world schema.

But then, by the last chapter I finally understood you were purposely juxtaposing the two. Quite clever.

Great work! - M.T.

I left my overall review, but I wanted to go back and pick out my favorites little pieces...

"The city was so full of colour! Even the gutters were full of it: bright, crumpled packaging, all silver and gold like pirate’s teeth." Such a vivid image, and so 'Peter' in thought. Thats has to be how he would have seen it - what a delightfully new perspective!

"After all, his were the lost boys, and half this army seemed to be girls. Keeping two was reasonable, maybe, just so there was a spare if one was busy or asleep or not very good, but the amounts that these people had were crazy." LOL. Love it. SO Peter - LOL!

“But will they ever feel really safe again?” Storm stood up and clenched her fists. “It just makes me so angry. How can we live in a country where this sort of crime is allowed to go on? They’re just children!” This SO sounded like Storm. You nailed her!

"Then she laughed, and she dropped the clouds and stirred them and deepened them, until the sky was all red and gold and dying spectacularly..." I just loved the whole sunset piece. I could really see it.

“I hate you,” she gasped.
He glared and considered letting go. “And I just saved your life!” LOL - I could quite picture this conversation and sympathize with Peter's frustration at Lucy's numerous reasons for not being able to suceed before she'd even tried. Reminded me of something I read recently... Don't focus on the negative. When you do, you give it the power to stop your dreams from taking flight. Peter was quite patient considering :o)

You were just the right person to write this story. You really captured Peter's innocent youthful essence and countered it with the stuffy, elder, 'we know best' adult mentality he would encounter in the older leadership of the X-men.

Well done.

LOL - Delightful :o).

I can't say I can picture Logan teaching art - hehe - but I love your descriptions and your little details. Ororo was quite proplerly protective, and I liked how she loosened up in the end. I could really picture her manipulation of the sunset. And I like the way Peter started Lucy on her journey to discover the delights of flying.

This probably wasn't an easy prompt. I think you did quite a nice job with it :oD. Thank you...

... and I'm so glad you are feeling better ;o).

Graffiti, gutters filled with rubbish, huge billboards everywhere, all seen through the eyes of Peter Pan. I love this part!
"The city was so full of colour! Even the gutters were full of it: bright, crumpled packaging, all silver and gold like pirate’s teeth. It just lay there like rubbish, and people hurried past as if they didn’t see it, as if it had no value at all."

I also like the sad irony of there being no children. If Peter Pan were to see the children on the streets of today, I wonder what he would think of them. They often seem so hardened and determined to appear grown up. Many children school age and older don't even know how to play anymore.

It is also really funny how he notices the lady, not for her words or her patronisingly kind manner, but as if she were an curious object to study. *grins*

I don't know much about the X men movies except what you have told me, but Ororo sounds like a very relatable character. I like this bit best:
"It was like growing old. People grew and grew, and eventually they wore their lives on their faces. Sometimes you could almost see what sort of a life they had lived, as they grew closer each day to dying."

When I am old I want my face to show a life filled with love and wisdom gained through hardship and trials which have become treasures rather than bitter pills.
I want people to be drawn to such a face and know that unconditional love lies there.